you never really know someone until you talk to them at 4 am
Parents just don’t understand how we’re hurting, some more than others. They don’t understand that I know I really don’t deserve to feel this way. They don’t understand I don’t want to talk about it. They don’t understand that they are the reason I cry in the morning, during the day, late at night, and the crying gets harder when they tell me to suck it up. Why don’t they care that I’m being crushed? Why don’t they care that I can’t handle all of it? I feel so small. But for some reason, I feel like I don’t want to be better.
i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together